Princess Disease

"Peter, I'm fine. This is my... bodyguard," Isabella took the initiative to pull Peter to the sofa. Don't reveal your secrets: "New recruit, Dad has some things to do outside, you know, he just came back after all... So leave him at home with me."

Isabella didn't specify what it was, and Peter wisely didn't inquire carefully, but he kept watching Sol's every move vigilantly, looking very worried that Isabella and Sol would be alone.

Isabella sat down on the soft sofa, she stuffed the necklace back into the shirt casually, and pretended to be normal as the ruby ​​secretly scattered a mist around her fingers and acted coquettishly He put his hand on his chin and smiled at Peter: "How do you know I'm back?"

"It was reported on TV." Peter scratched his head: "Instant news, I saw it in the restaurant, so I took a leave of absence to see you."

Isabella thought to herself that the speed of the media was really fast.

"That... didn't bother you, did it?" Peter looked a little nervous, his hands on his knees were churned together vigorously, his joints were slightly white, and it seemed that he had used a lot of strength: "I should wait a while Come again, or give you a call first, but..."

"But I'm worried about you," Peter stammered for a long time, his voice getting lower and lower: "I didn't think much about it, I just... came."

When Peter was talking to Isabella, Sol dug out a bottle of vodka from the messy wine cabinet following the mellow alcohol smell. He didn't go back to the sofa to act as a light bulb, but he pulled a swivel chair from the bar Leaning on the cold marble countertop, he sat down directly, bit open the bottle cap with his teeth, raised his neck and took a sip of the spirits, and with a feeling of being slightly drunk, he casually stared at Peter.

The little boy was full of hostility when facing himself, but was too embarrassed to speak when facing Isabella.

Saul's eyes moved away from Peter's clenched hands, and he cast his eyes on the distant sky through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He listened to the vaguely unnutritious conversation, and suddenly laughed in a low voice.

Isabella was still thinking about how to answer Peter's words.

——In fact, it was nothing at all. Peter was so worried about his safety, which moved Isabella very much, and felt that this friend was really worthwhile.

But can't you just say it well?What is there to stutter?Why are you blushing while talking? !

You are a man!Even blushing is my script, okay?

The atmosphere became awkward like this. Driven by Peter, Isabella felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Peter's wandering eyes saw Mjolnir on the sofa cabinet, and he finally found an excuse to change the subject: "Is this hammer a handicraft collected by Mr. Stark?"

"Ah?" Isabella glanced at Thor's Hammer, which was lying in its nest, and shook her head: "Uh...no, it's just an ordinary hammer—"

Isabella silently shut her mouth, because Peter held the hammer handle curiously, and then made a sharp blow.

The hammer remained motionless.

Peter: ...

Mjolnir: Hehe, people of the atrium of the fish lip, not everyone is lucky enough to lift me up.

"It's nailed to it," said Isabella decisively, "just as an ornament."

Peter blinked: You just said it wasn't a handicraft.

"It's just an ordinary decoration, nothing worth noting." Isabella stood up and walked to Peter, grabbed his sleeve and pulled him out: "It's so boring to just stay here, let's go play something else." Right, I bought a new version of the fighting game, and it hasn't been unpacked yet..."

"Bella, don't you need to rest? Your eye circles are turning blue!" Peter looked at Isabella worriedly: "I just came to see you, as long as I know you are fine, I'd better leave and wait for you Let’s talk again when we recover.”

Peter pressed Isabella's shoulder to stop her, and the two looked at each other for a moment.

At this moment, Isabella suddenly realized that Peter was almost a head taller than her unknowingly—they were obviously about the same height before!

First Saul, then Peter, Isabella felt a sense of crisis about her height for the first time.

I wouldn't stop at 65 inches in height no longer?Isabella frowned, she thought it was very possible, after all...

Neither Howard nor Tony is very tall.

sad.

When Isabella's thoughts wandered around, Peter took the opportunity to look over her shoulder and landed on Saul behind the bar.

After confirming that Saul was seriously competing with vodka and didn't notice it at all, Peter let out a breath slowly. He finally made up his mind, took a step forward and approached Isabella, bent slightly to her ear Side, said quietly: "Sleep well, I have a secret, I want to tell you in two days."

Isabella, who was wandering away from the sky, came back to her soul, and when she heard such a sentence without beginning and end, she looked at Peter blankly:? ? ?

"I'm leaving!" Peter patted Isabella on the shoulder, turned around and jumped onto the elevator that had just arrived.

Isabella frowned suspiciously: "What the hell is he here for?"

"To make sure you're all right," Saul shook the half-bottle of vodka left in his hand: "He's worried about your safety."

Isabella couldn't help laughing: "You don't even know him, but you know what he thinks?"

"To know what a person is thinking, you don't need to know him personally," Saul looked at Isabella meaningfully: "You just need to see what small movements he makes when he speaks, and where his eyes look."

Isabella folded her arms and looked at Sol seriously. She always felt that Sol seemed to have suddenly become taller.

Sol shrugged his shoulders: "If you have a younger brother who always keeps things in his heart and relies on guesswork, you will understand what I mean."

When Tony reluctantly returned to Stark Tower with a group of senior S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, Isabella and Sol had already killed three bottles of vodka.

Sol is a hero who never gets drunk after a thousand glasses, but Isabella is not. She got drunk after only two sips, but fortunately, Isabella is not a drunkard. At this time, she is nestling on the sofa with a glass , the bun that was neatly tied behind his head fell down, a bright blush floated on his cheeks, his eyes were as clear as washing, and he listened honestly to Sol's bitterness, telling the ins and outs of his being sent to the courtyard.

Everyone is willing to appreciate beautiful things, and no one can refuse a beautiful little girl looking at you with burning eyes, even Saul who has no idea or preference for women.

Moreover, Sol is not a person who can hide things in his heart. Although he understands that Odin wants to experience his own practice, Sol still feels wronged by his father's severe reprimand. After holding back for so long, he is eager to find Come to the tree hole personally.

Isabella, who happened to be drunk, clamored to hear a story, and the two hit it off.

"...After returning from Jotunheim, my father scolded me, deprived me of my divine power, and threw me into the atrium," Sol covered his face, his whole body was trembling slightly: "I just want those enemies to fear me like my father. I just want to protect my country and friends. Am I wrong?"

The corner of Isabella's mouth curled up, showing a sly smile. Instead of answering Saul's question directly, she raised her glass and said softly, "Damn it! To your brother!"

What do you respect him for?Saul couldn't laugh or cry.

When Isabella first started stealing and drinking, Sol, out of a strange sense of responsibility, tried to stop her, but the ether particles vigilantly soared into the air, floating around and forming a thin barrier , wrapped Isabella up and refused Sol's approach.In order not to be blasted into slag by the ether particles, Sol had to squat in the spot aggrieved and watched Isabella drink half of the bottle in one breath... without any accident, she became drunk.

"Respect Loki." Thor sighed, rubbing the center of his brows: "I've said so much and you only heard one Loki..."

"What kind of person is your brother?" Isabella asked suddenly.

Sol thought for a while: "Wisdom, intelligence, and calm...he is the most powerful magician in our Asgard, even more powerful than the Queen Mother."

Isabella narrowed her eyes: "It's the opposite of you."

"Hey," Saul patted the armrest of the sofa dissatisfied: "You make me very unhappy."

"I have an idea that needs to be verified." Isabella waved her hand: "Well...it will take time, if my guess is correct...your brother will send someone to find you, or he will come in person."

Sol was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Isabella stopped talking, she smiled and drank the last bit of vodka left in the glass, and fell back on the sofa.

"What are you doing?" The elevator door opened, and Tony walked in angrily. He snatched the wine glass from Isabella's hand and kicked away the empty bottles scattered on the floor: "Isabella Stark! I warned you not to drink until you're underage!"

"I didn't do it," Saul raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "She drank it herself."

The ether particle removed the barrier one second before Tony and the others appeared and shrank back secretly. At this time, Tony lifted Isabella from the sofa, and it didn't respond at all, as if it was a harmless creature. like gemstones.

Sol curled his lips in dissatisfaction, thinking that the infinity gems would be treated differently, really like a genius.

"Mr. Saul," Nick Fury stood in front of Saul, trying to squeeze out a peaceful smile on his majestic face all the year round: "Hello, my name is Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., I want to talk to you about something."

Sol didn't know what S.H.I.E.L.D. was, but looking at Fury's posture, he also understood that this person should be very powerful in the atrium. As for why he wanted to talk to him... Sol smiled slightly, and of course he and Isabella both Clearly, the previous conversation about the Rubik's Cube was not casual chatter.

Sol thought for a while, and felt that Loki was not around, and he was not good at playing tricks, so he cut straight to the point and asked, "Is the Rubik's Cube in your hands?"

Fury nodded calmly, he took half a step aside, bowed slightly and raised his hand to point at Howard: "This is Mr. Howard Stark, he was the one who salvaged the Rubik's Cube from the bottom of the sea about half a century ago .”

Howard put one hand in his pocket, raised the other high and gave Saul a friendly smile: "Hi~"

"And this one, we call him Captain America," Fury continued: "He once fought Red Skull, the leader of Hydra who captured the Rubik's Cube."

Steve nodded primly. "Steve Rogers."

"I want to know how much authority you have?" Thor didn't immediately agree to Fury, he silently weighed in his heart: "I am Thor, the god of thunder, the heir to the throne of Asgard, and the guardian of the nine kingdoms. "

"what about you?"

Fury and Howard looked at each other, and before they could speak, Isabella lazily dragged out her voice and said, "Pull you down, whoever can lift the hammer is Thor, who rules Asgard, and now I He's the heir to the throne of Asgard, okay?"

Isabella struggled dishonestly in Tony's arms, twisting and turning like a dehydrated live fish. She stretched out her arms, grabbed Mjolnir on the sofa cabinet, lifted it up and waved it. Waving: "Dad, let me down!"

Thor: You don't hit people in the face!

Looking at Isabella's necklace that fell out of the neckline, Sol's heart moved, he turned to Fury, and said solemnly: "That's right, please talk to Miss Stark if you have anything to do, now She's Thor, and I'm just her bodyguard, that's all."

Fury: ...

Facing the triumphant Isabella, Tony felt his head hurt.